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Yazoo was leaning against the timber framing of the house behind me, with one hand holding his arm and a foot resting against the wall. He was waiting for Vincent to tell the tailor what they wanted and give him their messures. Naturally they couldn´t simply let the man take them himself, for their lack of heartbeat and their cold bodies could have risen the cutter´s suspicion.
 

Boredly he let his gaze wander over the muddy ground, observing the trial of muddy, pissy water running by.
 

“Ya-yazoo?” The startled question made him look up and come face to face with two astonished, chocolate eyes, that became happy and relieved shortly after.
 

“Tifa,” he said simply, feeling not as half as pleased to see her as she was, having found him.
 

Two unwelcome arms wrapped around his torso suddenly, as she pulled him in a tight hug, tears running down her face. “Thank god you are safe and sound! Everyone was so worried after you vanished, saying that you were dead or even worse! I was worried…”
 

Yazoo couldn´t quite share her enthusiasm and looked to the tailor´s shop, trying to magically summon his master so he could take care of the rather inauspicious situation.
 

“What are you doing here?” he asked stiffly, watching her pulling out a handkerchief and drying her eyes after she had let go of him.
 

“My father thought it was safer for me to live here for a while until everything was settled again and-” she paused, casting her eyes downwards, continuing quietly “-until my marriage with Cloud Strife could take place.”
 

“I see,” the vampire said slowly, taking another quick glance at the shop, head tilted. Vincent would take a while to chose the textures for their cloths, so he probably wouldn´t come to Yazoo´s rescue anytime soon. He had to take matters into his own hands to keep the damage at a minimum. Summoning a sweet smile to his lips, he pulled an arm around the lovely woman -but not quite touching her slim hip- and ushered her away from the house.
 

“Well, I can assure you that I never felt better and that I am utterly sorry for having make you worry. But after I was struck with a serious case of illness, my master deemed it necessary to bring me to a specialist who happened to live in this town.” Slowly but surely he led her to a side alley, where they were hidden from possible views. The street was empty at this hour of night but one could never be too sure and Tifa had been out, as well.
 

“There was no time to contact you, I´m afraid, but since I have fully recovered now our marriage shouldn´t be problematic anylonger. That is, if you still want to marry me?”
 

He shot her an expectant look, pretending to be a little heartbroken in case she decided that she didn´t want him anymore, but Tifa reassuringly smiled at him.
 

“I do. Actually, my marriage with Cloud was some kind of an emergency plan. We know each other since we were children, and have been friends ever since, but there are no tender feelings involved. He´s still griefing over his bride´s death, too.”
 

Suddenly she looked aghast, a hand flying to her mouth. “I´m sorry, you probably don´t know, but Aeris, she´s… dead.”
 

He made a face as if he indeed hadn´t known to not make her suspicious, and the mayor´s daughter laid a hand on his arm in a soothing manner. “I am sorry,” she said, looking genuinely sorrow-stricken.
 

Hiding his face behind his long hair, Yazoo harshly said, as if on the verge of tears “It´s not your fault,” clinging to her hand and effectively dragging her into the alley.
 

“You were very close, weren´t you?” she asked sympathetically, letting herself be pulled into his embrace. Fathomlessly looking over the woman´s shoulder, he said “Yes,” and parted his lips, long canines forcing their way out of his jaw. Her pulsing carodite was looking so very tempting and radiating the sweet, promising scent of her virgin blood...
 

Tifa was already drawn in by his siren song, unmovingly resting in his arms and staring at nothing in particular with dreamy eyes.
 

Sharp teeth sunk into her throat and she let out a soft sigh, willingly letting him suck his blood.
 

“Back into the darkness you came from, demon!!!!”
 

A blinding light suddenly made the silver haired youth withdraw his canines and pull away from his victim.
 

Tifa sank to the ground, dazed, but she was of no interest to the vampire anylonger, as he saw himself confronted with a heavily breathing, furious blond, who stood before him with his silver cross held in front of him.
 

“So it really was you…” the young man growled, outraged, as he watched the thin trail of blood running from the other´s elongated teeth and over his chin.
 

Yazoo tilted his head in anger and made a step forward, but was repelled by the cross thrusting further into his direction. Hissing he made the same amount of steps back, Cloud was slowly making forward to shoo him away from the unconcious Tifa.
 

“You killed her…” the blond growled even fiercer, his lithe form trembling with anger and wrath.
 

“Yesss,” the vampire hissed, taking some sadistic pleasure from his enemie´s distraught condition, and demonstratively licking his lips, as he still crawled back. “I drank her sweet blood until her little heart stopped. It was so good.”
 

Cloud was shaking with barely restrained anger and sorrow.
 

“But you know what? She liked it. A lot. Your lovely little bride let me drink her blood willingly, although she could have refused me. Because she didn´t care what happened to her, as long as I was happy…”
 

“DIE, YOU WRETCHED SPAWN OF THE DEVIL!!!” Clinging to his cross, Cloud suddenly leaped forward, beyond controle now, but Yazoo caught the holy item with his hand mid-air. Instantly his hand was burning with blazing pain though, and the smell of burnt flesh hit his nose.
 

With insane satisfaction the blond grinned at the moaning youth, wrapping both his hands around the vampire´s holding the cross and pressing it even deeper into the acrid object.
 

Before more damage could be done, however, the spiky haired young man suddenly flew through the air, hitting a wall and dazedly slid to the ground.
 

Vincent didn´t even bother to look if he was still alive, instead hunching over his pained lover, who had sunk to his knees and clung to his hand, in wich the cross was still doing its purifying.
 

With quick fingers Vincent pulled it out of the teen´s burned flesh and cast it aside, where it clattered to the ground.
 

Then he helped the pained young man up, and as quickly as he could led him out of town, leaving a trail of blood behind them.
 

*
 

“How are you feeling?” Vincent helped his confused partner up, carefully reaching for his hand. Yazoo didn´t look very good, his skin was pale and waxy and he was still in pain. After a nights rest he should have healed considerably, but he was still young and in desperate need for blood.
 

The younger vampire just hissed, eyes unfocused and canines resting over his bottom lip while he let Vincent inspect his burned palm. There was a black, cross shaped hole, the rims of the wounds were tattered and at one point the white of a bone flickered through the burnt flesh.
 

Stroking over the boy´s head in sympathy, Vincent let go of his injured hand, gently lying it on the rim of the coffin.
 

“Thirsty,” Yazoo croaked, his nostrils flaring, as his body searched for the necessary scent of blood.
 

“I know,” Vincent said quietly, “we will go right awa-”. He stopped, alarmed, as his ears caught a sound that shouldn´t have been there.
 

Hurrying to the stairs, one hand on the cold stones, his ears peeking up into the church. There was… bellowing… rushed footsteps of a large group of people… and… bloodhounds.
 

Vincent´s eyes widened in disbelieve when he heard a very familiar voice shouting at his followers “The dogs followed the trail of blood, they must be here somewhere! Be careful, do not let them entice you! As long as you have the cross you are safe!!!”
 

This couldn´t… Of all times, why now?!
 

Vincent grimly reached out with his mind to take control over the dogs. It might be too late already, but at least he could deter them from finding him and Yazoo too soon. As long as the hounds didn´t find the hidden door they would still have some time…
 

Through the eyes of the dogs he could see at least ten pairs of feet, including those of the mob´s leader Cloud Strife, running through the high grass towards the ruin. They were holding torches and big crosses were hanging conspicuously over their chests, bumbing up and down against their cloths while the men surrounded their hideout. When the dogs started to sniff at the high weeds, every single one of them following a different direction suddenly, the group came to a confused halt.
 

Some of the men scratched their heads and several others followed their hunters back into the woods.
 

While Vincent still controlled the dogs he went back to the coffin where Yazoo hung in, looking miserable but also strangely dangerous. “Thirsty,” he repeated to no one in particular, his mind numb with pain and hunger.
 

“Yes, yes, we will find something to drink, later,” the older vampire said absent-mindedly, heaving the boy over his shoulder. At least there was no resistance from the other he would have had to deal with.
 

He went to a shadowed corner of the cellar and, pushing one of the plain stones, a hidden door opened magically -sliding shut behind the two vampires as Vincent touched another mechanism-, guiding them into a small, pitch black tunnel. The cloaked vampire follwed its lead for a while, listening to the men finally giving up on wanting to follow their dogs and instead executing their leader´s order to search the ruin instead.
 

Eventually the moonlight shining on the way indicated the cave´s exit, and, relieved, Vincent crawled out into the night. They were surrounded by another ruin at the foot of the hill. This had been close, too close.
 

But there was probably still time to go back and get it.
 

Carefully, he sat Yazoo on the ground, leaning the dead teenager against a mossy rock.
 

“Yazoo, listen to me,” he crouched down before the youth, taking his face into both hands and making him look up. “Strife and his followers are about to find our hideout and I have to go back to retrieve certain things that shall not be found by them. I promise that you will get blood soon, be a little more patient-”
 

Out ot the corner of his eye the cloaked man noticed a very distressing flicker, and turned his head while still holding Yazoo in place. He watched in horror as high flames errupted from the ruin. Apparently, since they hadn´t been able to find the entrance to the cellar, the mob had decided to just smoke them out.
 

“Do not move, I will be right back!” With that, Vincent was gone back into the tunnel, leaving the boy with his head hanging to the side.
 

*
 

“Ya sure that it´s around here?”
 

“The dog ran here, didn´t she?”
 

“Yeah, but all the others went somewhere else…”
 

“Shut up, ma girl has a fine nose, she´ll get us to da damn freaks in no time!”
 

“Ya think that we´ll find something?”
 

“Sure, I heard that this Valentine guy was some rich bastard, I bet their basement is stuffed with gold and jewels and stuff. We´ll just kill them and take it, then get rid of that spiky´s ass and we´ll be fine men.”
 

“Yeah, hehe… But…”
 

“What´s it now?!”
 

“What if the cross´s not workin´?”
 

“Spiky said it would, didn´t he? Said he even injured one of the blood suckers. And there was their blood, eh?”
 

“Yeah, you´re right, guess I´m a little nervous…”
 

“’s alright. Is not everyday that ya go to hunt down a damn bloodsucker- hey girl, what´s wrong, why ya growling?”
 

“Uh- I think there´s something in the bushes… Maybe it´s one of them!”
 

“Hehe, then he´s up for some big surprise, that bast-AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!”
 

“Oh my fuckin god! A-away demon, see the holy cross an- urgh!”
 

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Ich hab das Gefühl, dass alles irgendwie ein bisschen sehr schnell geht, oder? *kopfzerbrechen*
 

Xyleel: Ein Leben ohne Süßigkeiten... Ich würd kaputt gehen! Aber dafür kriegt man Blut. Auch nett. Irgendwie. Heh, aber da Vincent ja nun keine Zicke mehr ist, werden die beiden das schon irgendwie durchstehen, mit der Süßigkeitenabstinenz (zumindest Vincent, den scheint das ja sowieso eher weniger zu tangieren). Und außerdem gibt´s ja immer noch Sex^^